May whimsy ever be with us
Not flimsy, but saged enough
To solemnize our every holy action
And yet joyful in blessed satisfaction
Free of the tracks we go
Till the soil be tilled anew
Rolling by with diamond thunder
Dharma’s wheel turning asunder
The dry, depleted
Lonely sandy luster
Of the bounty to be begat
Our dear truest wishes
Like sun-kissed, kind
Watery, seeded stitches
So heal and caress our multi-mind-field
With the fantasy of sometime
Though not all of it
There is a stall of it
Till lusted result resolve
Whence the buffering time dissolves
The cornucopia unfolds its fresh fruit
Dionysus’ vigor inspires the lute
Pan’s own proud production
After Hermes plays the abduction
Of Apollo’s celestial collection
Of harmonious compositions
Which dance planetary positions
Until the yielded work of play
Bombasts the foray
With a sacred sign of
Do what thou wilt
Will divine love
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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